Chapter Three :D. This chapter, plus the next couple, are just going to focus on Jack and Ianto, with absolutely no focus on a particular episode. It's basically going to be between the first and second episode of the second season. Anyway, enjoy :D!

Chapter Three

The depature of John Hart couldn't have been more of a relief for Ianto, but he now found himself facing a new, more terrifying crisis. He gazed at himself in the mirror with a small scowl, fiddling with the tie around his neck before discarding it onto his bed to join the six other ties that he'd tried on that morning. A small grimace slipped across Ianto's lips as he felt for a moment as though he was going to be sick, pushing a hand roughly through his hair and sending it into a disordered mess.

He never would have thought that an offer of a date from Jack Harkness could reduce him to this.

Acting like some bloody school girl who just got asked out on her first date. Ianto shook his head, continuing to gaze into the mirror. The Welshman had a feeling that no matter what he did, it would look like nothing when Jack came to pick him up. With a great sigh and a grumble, Ianto turned to once again start digging through his closet in search of something that Jack would actually like.

Not that Ianto was at all sure why he was putting so much effort into it. Jack had commented time and time again since he'd hired Ianto that he found him "ravishing" in a suit. So a suit was clearly his top choice, but Ianto wasn't entirely sure what suit Jack liked best on him.

There you go again.

"Shut up." Ianto muttered half heartedly, dismissing the fact that he was talking to himself and finally selecting the suit to wear. It was the red one, and Ianto had noted a few times that Jack tended to stare at him more often when he wore that particular one. In silence, Ianto regarded it for a moment or two before quickly changing, glancing nervously over at the clock.

Of course, Ianto had been proven right.

It was both annoying and wonderful that Jack could look fantastic in anything he wore. He'd actually bothered to change into a simple suit, although the slightly uncomfortable look on the captain's face had told Ianto it wasn't something he typically wore for dates. When Ianto answered the door, he found himself staring at Jack, worrying on his lower lip for a few seconds. He'd expected the man to be wearing his usual outfit, so this came as a rather nice surprise.

Jack's voice interrupted him, the uncomfortable look replaced with one of deep amusement. The all too familiar grin was back on his lips, one eyebrow raised. "Finished staring yet, Yan?"

Not realizing that he'd indeed been staring longer than was usually appropriate, the Welshman felt his face heat up and he gave an awkward cough. "Uh. Right. Just give me a moment." He turned quickly, trying to cover up his embarrasment with difficulty and reaching toward where he'd left his suit jacket. Ianto dragged it on and then turned back to face Jack, who had made himself comfortable by leaning against the doorframe.

That insufferable grin was still on his lips, but now he was the one doing the looking, his eyes apparently having just roamed over Ianto's backside. "I'd nearly forgotten how good you look in a suit." His eyes flew to the shirt Ianto had on, and the blue of his eyes darkened slightly. "Especially in that one."

"Glad to have your approval, sir." Ianto said dryly, although a smile was twitching at the corners of his lips. He moved forward, laying one hand on Jack's chest. The look on the other man's face told Ianto he was expecting a kiss, but the Welshman merely pushed Jack back gently through the door, turning around and locking it instead of giving into the temptation to kiss Jack.

This time, Ianto was determined to move their relationship along slowly. He wasn't going to rush headlong into it again. Not with the risk of Jack disappearing again.

He turned just in time to catch the disappointed look quickly erase itself from Jack's face. Sighing softly and moving forward, Ianto pressed his lips against Jack's quickly, moving back before the older man had much time to return the chaste kiss. Clearing his throat, the Welshman pushed a hand through his hair. "Where are we going?"

Jack's grin was back, and he shrugged, moving to slip his arm around Ianto's waist. "You'll see. It's a surprise."

"...It had better not be an office."

Tilting his head back, the captain barked out a laugh and shook his head, leading Ianto toward the car.

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